I'll keep walking down this road even though I know it's heading nowhere. It seems like the best option. And it passes the time. If you're heading nowhere from nowhere, it doesn't make much difference, does it?
Maybe I'm missing out and the other roads had more exciting journeys to offer. Maybe the birds sing sweeter or the sun shines brighter. But I can't know for sure.
So I'll stay on course, stepping over cracks as feet have done before me and looking at the sky seen by a million other eyes. The moon may pass and die a thousand times, but someday the road will come to an end, or I'll find my somewhere along the way.
That broken-down place I'll call home.
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